Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 602: Father Lin, the Popular Father (2)

As Wang Lin left, Yan Ke's face relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She patted her chest with lingering fear and couldn't help but complain, "Sister Princess, your second uncle has become so scary after returning from the war. I still like the second uncle who played with stones before."

Xiao Yining: I also liked the second uncle before.

"Sister Yan Ke, the mask my second uncle wears belonged to my eldest uncle." The little kid still managed to save Wang Lin's face.

Yan Ke swallowed and muttered in a low voice: "Then I'd rather see your uncle wearing a mask. Maybe he'll have the charm of Lanling King!"

Having said that, she turned her gaze to Wang Lin again. The mask could not cover his swollen face at all. It was really unsightly and difficult to look at directly.

She quickly retracted her gaze and whispered to her classmates: "Manman is right, let's not look at Uncle Wang Er, but Uncle Wang Da."

The children and sisters all agreed with this.

Wang Lin:......

Seeing that the other children spoke so highly of their uncle, little Yining couldn't help but look towards him and sized him up. His mind inevitably recalled the scenes of this uncle punishing him in various ways.

Wang Cheng noticed Xiao Yining's gaze, turned his eyes sideways, and looked back at the little kid with a gentle smile: "Qing Jie'er, why are you staring at your uncle?"

Xiao Yining:?·??

The little kid quickly turned his head and spoke, breaking the beautiful filter of his older sisters.

"Sister Yan Ke, my uncle is so stingy, and he is always sick and weak. He is not Lanling King."

As soon as these words were spoken, the little sister's attitude changed and they said frankly that this was just a metaphor and should not be taken seriously.

Wang Cheng:......

The man silently put the baby back on the ground, folded his arms across his chest, and took a step to the side.

Just at this moment, a figure rushed over and bumped into his back without any preparation.

Wang Cheng was caught off guard and staggered forward half a step. His brows furrowed in displeasure and he glanced coldly at the person who had bumped into him.

Then a maid with a sweaty face and a flustered look hurriedly apologized to him: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't notice you just now."

This sudden voice instantly attracted Xiao Yining's attention. She turned her head curiously and asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"

Wang Cheng could only admit that he was unlucky and brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and said gently to comfort her: "Qing Jie'er, uncle is fine!"

After saying that, he told the maid to get lost in a cold voice and looked back at the scene.

Then something unexpected happened.

The maid looked up suddenly when she heard his voice. Then, she grabbed Wang Cheng's sleeve as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw and asked hurriedly, "Sir, have you seen my young lady? You saw her on the side road just now?"

This movement immediately attracted the attention of many people. Li Anhe also turned around and looked over in confusion: "Cheng'er, what happened?"

A cold look appeared on Wang Cheng's face. Just as he was about to reply, the voice of his little niece rang in his ears.

"Sister, your young lady went over there. I just saw her!" Xiao Yining stretched out her finger and pointed in the direction where Jiang Shuyan had just left.

Seeing this, Xiao Taosu hurriedly thanked him, and without caring about the small commotion she had caused, she hastily lifted her skirt and ran quickly in the direction the little boy pointed.

The kid took his hand back, and was stunned for a moment, then quickly tugged at his uncle's clothes and whispered, "Uncle, it seems like Second Uncle came from that direction just now!"

Wang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at his second brother inconspicuously, then squatted down and explained to the little kid in a gentle voice: "Qingjie, that's because your eldest uncle happened to be standing here. When your second uncle comes back, you have to inform the family. Qingjie has to do the same in the future."

As he said this, he took the little boy's hand and walked towards his mother.

When Li Anhe saw his eldest son coming over, he asked with concern, "Which family is the mistress of that maid just now?"

Wang Cheng sighed helplessly and answered truthfully: "Mother, I don't know, but that maid mistook me for a monk and gave me a bag of steamed buns. Mother, why don't you go and ask her so that I can convert it into silver and return it to her!"

Li Anhe: …

The desire to see him that had just arisen in the woman's heart was suddenly shattered, and she glared fiercely at the two upset sons behind her.

Seeing this, Wang Lin comforted her, "Mom, your son is fighting for your honor, don't be angry."

Mrs. Chen, who was sitting nearby, heard the conversation between the mother and son and couldn't help but hold up her handkerchief to hide her smile: "The two young masters of Princess Jiahe are really funny. They are really enviable. Don't worry, Master Wang, I have sent someone to help the maid find her master. You will definitely be able to pay back the money."

Then, her eyes naturally fell on Xiao Yining, and she praised her hypocritically: "Princess Le'an is also very well-behaved and sensible. Princess Jiahe is so lucky."

When little Yining heard the praise, he showed his white little milk teeth and nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Chen:…

At this moment, the half incense stick finally burned out slowly, indicating the end of the painting competition.

Sheng Jingzhan also stopped talking and ordered, "Lin Yuzan, the time has come, present your painting."

As soon as the words fell, all the spectators fell silent, and the children and sisters looked at Lin Yuzan with nervousness.

Lin Yuzan calmly put down his pen, took out a cloth to wrap up his wet hair, and replied: "Your Highness Prince Yu, please allow me to tidy up my appearance so as not to offend your eyes."

Everyone:...

After he finished this task slowly and when everyone thought he would present the painting, he did something unexpected again.

Lin Yuzan picked up the canvas carefully, and when he was a few steps away from King Yu, he suddenly stopped. Then, he slowly raised his hands and held the canvas high above his head.

In an instant, everyone saw what he painted and was attracted by his paintings.

An incredible voice of surprise also rang out: "Dad Lin, is the person in your painting me?"

Yan Ke widened his eyes and looked at the painting in disbelief.

In the painting, one can see sunlight pouring down, colorful clouds swirling, and fairy air curling around. A group of little girls in colorful clothes, each with their own expression, are very lively, overlooking all living beings.

One of the little girls holding a golden pen looked very similar to her.

Not only her, but all the other children recognized themselves. They all pulled their mothers in surprise and pointed at themselves in the painting.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Lin Yuzan put down the canvas with satisfaction, presented it to King Yu respectfully, and said humbly: "King Yu, please take a look."

Sheng Jingzhan had already lost his patience. He did not take the canvas, but just glanced at it lazily and said sarcastically, "You are quite good at sensationalism. In just two sticks of incense, you have painted a picture of a fairy boy flying in the sky. It's a pity that the painting is too crude. It looks exquisite, but it can only appease those little girls."

Lin Yuzan's expression did not change, he still lowered his eyebrows and responded calmly: "Thank you, King Yu, for your compliment."

Sheng Jingzhan snorted coldly, and a gleam of displeasure flashed across his eyes as he looked at him, but it disappeared in an instant.

He waved his hand and said impatiently, "Back off! Don't delay my painting."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuzan obediently stepped aside.

In just a moment, he was surrounded by the eagerly waiting children and their friends.

He handed the painting to Zhao Ya who had rushed over, and asked her to present it to the little girls for them to examine carefully. He stood a few steps away, watching the group of little girls talking about the painting.

"Uncle Lin has painted every one of us!" Liu Zhenying looked at herself in the painting, holding a scroll, which really fits her image.

"I like this abacus. Thank you, Uncle Lin." Yu Ke looked at the painting and her face flushed with excitement.

Cui Zhiyao nodded with satisfaction: "The herbs in my hand are also very beautiful."

"Sister Xu and I are the most majestic. She holds the whip and I hold the spear." Chen Jiaoyi came over and said excitedly.

Xu Niannian nodded heavily, expressing her deep agreement with this statement.

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At this moment, little Yining was also carried by Wang Cheng to her father's side, allowing her to appreciate the painting worth five thousand taels.

The little girl also saw herself. Her father actually let her ride on her wet nurse. She was the only little girl in the painting with a mount.

Lin Yuzan took his daughter from his old rival and said, "Qingjie, you like it very much. This is the inspiration Dad got from the flying murals!"

Little Yining glanced at the excited faces of the little sisters and felt that her father could expand his business. She said, "Qingjie likes it very much! Dad, remember to paint more when you get home. Qingjie wants to see it."

Xiao Yining: ??? ? ???, bring girls to learn and sell it at a low price, it will definitely be a best-seller.

Lin Yuzan: →_→, put away your money-grubbing look, he might really believe it.

"Brother Lin!"

Zhang Liangchuan handed in the painting and brought his little niece over.

He glanced at Lin Yuzan gratefully, then lowered his voice and whispered to his niece, "Nichang, you are also in the painting. Just now, your uncle asked Uncle Lin to paint you in as well. Take a closer look."

Zhang Nishang looked up in surprise, glanced at Lin Yuzan, and then looked at the painting carefully.

At this time, the other children also discovered the existence of Zhang Nishang in the painting.

Yan Ke frowned and turned back to look at Lin Yuzan and asked, "Father Lin, why is there an extra person in my painting?"

Lin Yuzan calmly replied: "Just now a drop of water fell, so I drew one more person. Does Miss Yan dislike it?"

Yan Ke quickly denied: "Why wouldn't I like it? I'm going to ask my mother to frame it and hang it in the house so I can look at it every day."

Then she slid her eyes to Zhang Nishang and glared at her, as if she was a little dissatisfied with her appearance in the painting, but soon continued to immerse herself in the joy of the painting.

Compared to the noisy and lively atmosphere here, it was much quieter around the male protagonist. The contestants put down their paintings and stood aside, waiting for his comments.

Sheng Jingji glanced at the noisy place with disgust, then roughly scanned the paintings in front of him. Although they were all the same mountain scenery, each had its own merits and the painting skills were comparable.

He glanced sideways at several officials sitting in the courtyard, most of whom were military generals, people who could not be carefully judged. Then he turned his gaze to Duke Chen who was standing aside.

"Does Duke Chen have any favorite paintings?"

Duke Chen lifted his closed eyelids, glanced at him with contempt, and said bluntly: "If Prince Yu can't judge, just pick one at random. You are a prince, and everyone will give you this little face."

After saying this, Duke Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Sheng Jingzhan: ...

Just when the male protagonist was having trouble making a decision, a terrified cry came from not far away.

"Miss, my young lady was thrown into the river!"